St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-27
MISTER AND ROMANCE.
How Delightful 1t Would Be if We
Only Knew Their Names.


Special to the Globe.
WASHINGTON, Dec. 26.-A' romance
in real life has just been allowed to
creep to the surface. There is pathOs.
surprise, humOr and sadness in the
story. There is Western correspond
ent, formerly a Minnesota boy, who
figures as the hero. The girl is one of
the fair little creatures who do society
and other feats of journalism. Fifteen
years ago they parted, and the roseate
hues of adOleScent love have
long since faded into wrinkled,
grim and somber reality. On the last
day of the session, prior to the holiday
recess, the correspondent and we'll
known Minnesota congressman, who
is au fait with the newspaper men,
started for the house restaurant in Or
der to carry out the Scriptural injunc-
ton to eat, drink and be merry. The
congressman wandered ahead, and at
the door was stopped by slender, girl
ish figure, from beneath whose veil
came the whispered modest. inquiry:
+ Hon. Mr.. Blank 10. the. hensegn The
congressman responded, II will see,
ma am. ,, and he turned to find the mem
Der for the little lady, and left the cor
respondent face to face with his first
love. 1t has been fifteen years since
cruel father interposed his veto and null
lifted the acts which had passed unani-
mously between the twain, and they
never became one flesh. The lover
sought surcease OF sorrow in the far
East and then returned to the wild
West. Careering over the prairieS of
Northern Minnesota and Dakota, seek
ing death at the hands Of the
FIERY CHIEF, WHISKY BOTTLE,
making speeches in the very presence
of Uncle Alec Moore, at Sauk Center,
and compelling Uncle Alec to ''pass the
hat;" lecturing at Alexandria prior to
the coming of Nelson into the district,
and winning golden encomiums at the
card table-he sought to drown his
broken heart in firewater and misery.
But alas! the time came when it was
demonstrated to him that there was
more money and longer life for him in
the far East, and he returned to the
effete country. She, remaining under
the roof of the man who had enacted
the role of cruel father; eating at his
board, sleeping and waking, she lived
with and pretended to love the man who
had thus ruthleSsly torn her from the
heart of him to whom she had given the
light of her life. Others wOOed, but
none won her. The heart that was dead
could not be resurrected. Involun-
tarily, when she heard that he was set
tied in life, located at the national capi-
tai and an enterprising newspaper
man, she drifted hither. For several
years st she has annually visited
Washington, spending the winter in the
same city with the object of her un-
changed affections; but they had never
met. When the congressman left them
face to face the correspondent turned
pale, trembled slightly, liftei his hat
polite Y, and passed to another part of
the room. She, lale as death and
trembling like an aspen, dropped upon
sofa. sitting bolt upright and cold as
death until Hon. Mr.. Blank came to
her and spoke. She rallied. told him
that she had become suddenly faint.
then launched into a column and half
of small talk, and left him without OBJ
tanning the information for which she
had come. This story is true, and is
stripped of all glamour. 1t could be
worked into long and highly sensa-
tional novel by talented author like
Ii. Rider Haggard. Poor thing! Poor
fellow! They may never meet again.